Luyện nghe bài hát R. I. T. Z.

Artist: baltimore f/ cam'ron

baltimore
cam

Charli I don't think know that I'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em I'm menstrul

Verse cam'ron

I'm don thing, donna karen
Don cornelius, don
Lunchin' in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin'
Dirty money, give the wax to
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my garage
Thug niggas using guitar
Givin' massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, john wallace
Be in mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, time on trial
Aye yo, y'all chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, like '98
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with wife
Well then it's true, that I lost a
Niggas get a money, wanna cross the water
sell, I get the hell, I can't cross the border
Never feminine, don't park the six
in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless
With the shotguns to shot, right 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's I'm tellin' my man
They just me on the crucifix, I held in my hand
for the plan, felony cam
Yo be bland!
R-i-p yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till I'm laid up blood like diolisists
That's my son

(cam'ron)

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some go kill
And jump off
Some
But a fucking bitch

niggas sniff
And go disp
Some cats dough
And come on
rich
But a fucking bitch

Verse charli baltimore

What, yo
I'm into ice shit, pussy
Got the ice clit, ice
Fuck and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice
click, we come through
Dumb crew, these cats unable to to
Comotose, y'all boast about totes
We hold's parties, and sign our pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, I was b'more
I was c-4, now I'm packed, and now I'm
In the swiss alps, with cheese and swiss accounts
swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on wish list
But I put 'em there, be what you ask for
Ski mask up on face
No trace, of dna, doa
We ways to make you talk
Make you limp, when you
cats in white chalk
Got askin' "who's she? "
Benz wit' it, class be e, p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they "who dat there? "
Is true dat
over, slower
While y'all hoes be
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the
No shit, out the clips
out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the
And it's crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you us with guns and rappers

(cam'ron)

Some kiss
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But life's a bitch

niggas sniff
And some go
cats want dough
And on clicks
rich
But life's a fucking

Some niggas
And get dissed
Some cats go
And jump off
Some
But life's a fucking

Some sniff
And some go
Some want dough
And on clicks
Some
But life's a bitch